I want to die
I have nothing to live for
And this is why I'm writing my good byes in a notebook
I can't take this pain any longer
It's killing me to slow
So I'm going to brake away and let it all go
Finish what I started with the bottle of pills and my knife
So here I go
I'm half way there
I'll beat you to the black light
And I'm not even scared
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem